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Mine eyes have seen the days of riders, |
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who ruled the fighting sky. |
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With hearts that laughed at death, |
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and lived for nothing but to fly. |
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My ears have felt the pounding thrum, |
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a hundred, hundred strong |
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Mighty airborne wing and weyr, |
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sent to right the deadly wrong. |
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Mine eyes have seen hearts and minds, |
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that dance with fighting flames. |
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With dragons that rage at Thread, |
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and blast the Red Star's name. |
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My ears have heard the whispered threat, |
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of a thousand silver deaths |
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And hope that fire will banish all, |
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not leaving us bereft. |
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Mine eyes have seen all hues of dragons, |
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wounded and struck down. |
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With riders that fall limp from straps, |
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not making any sound. |
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My ears have wanted ragged screams, |
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to echo 'round the bowl. |
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And instead I thank Faranth, |
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that there's any left at all. |
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Mine eyes have seen empty skies, |
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and grass that's wet with dew. |
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With hearts that live in optimism, |
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that some will make it through. |
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My ears wish for the laughter, |
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and word that Thread has gone. |
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And I patiently await the dawn, |
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to see if I am wrong. |
Written by Maeve

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Anne McCaffrey
Last updated October 1999
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